Budweiser presents: Real American Heroes. –♪ Real American Heroes ♫ –Today we salute you, Mr. Experimental Medications Tester. –♪ Mr. Experimental Medications Tester ♫ –While some people donate their body to science, not many are willing to do so while they're still in it. –♪ Take me I'm yours ♫ –Using your skills of twitching and profuse sweating, you taught us "That new acne cream might need a little more research." –♪ Feelin' dizzy ♫ –At the end of the day, you feel pride in a job well done. You also feel a slight burning sensation. –♪ Burning sensation ♫ –More evidence of a job well done. –♪ Yeah! ♫ –So this Bud's for you, Prince Of The Placebo. Not even that nasty rash can keep us from shaking your hand. –♪ Mr. Experimental Medications Tester ♫
I've whipped up this nasty little soirée over at his friend Wyatt's house. –Soir-what? –Soirée, honey. I think that means, um, 'party.' –Party. You know, there's going to be sex, drugs, rock-n-roll... chips, dips, chains, whips... you know, your basic high school orgy-type of thing. I mean, uh, I'm not talking candle wax on the nipples or witchcraft or anything like that. No, no, no. No, just a couple of hundred kids running around in their underwear acting like complete animals.